AN: Here is my new Clintasha Fanfic! I know it's just the Prologue, but I hope you guys like the plot! ~❤️❤️
Unknown POV
Hatred. Something I have succumbed to. Many people do not know what it's like to create something perfect, and have it taken from you.
These assassins are getting out of hand. Killing my targets, and taking down my men. It pains me to know that one of my own has decided to stoop that low. All of the training and conditioning down the drain, and now they are working with the enemy, who they were supposed to resent.
I must get them back, my prized possession, I can not stand to sit and watch as their sole purpose is stripped from them.
"I will find you my, черная вдова, and bring you home."
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AN: DANG THAT WAS SHORT! I KNOW ITS NOT LIKE ME TO WRITE THIS SHORT OF A CHAPTER, BUT THIS IS JUST THE PROLOGUE! I LEFF THE RUSSIAN PART UNTRANSLATED TO KEEP THE MYSTERY, THAT WOULD BE AWESOME THOUGH IF YOU GUYS MANAGED TO TRANSLATE IT COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT SO FAR! ~❤️❤️
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BloodSport (A Clintasha Fanfiction)
FanfictionIt hasn't been long since Clint and Natasha have accepted their feelings towards each other. With just completing missions with the team and a handful of solos, things are pretty uneventful. Until a familiar figure from one of their pasts comes back...
